Losing touch

Growing apart,
as time dictates.
Losing touch,
as long as it takes.
Slowing moving,
far apart.
As far as we get,
you'll still have part of my heart.
It hurts to talk,
and It hurts to not.
What hurts most is that you meant alot.
I know it now,
and I knew it then.
I always knew we could never last, and what I once knew is in my past.
You're part of me now and you were part of me then.
It'll be the same in one year
and the same in ten.